Princess House Cookware Novels & Stories

Cheng Zhao and Duba also joined in. Cassandra blinked his eyes as he looked at them. Benedict had set up the toys, especially the toys from home in the kitchen. They were complete. There were all sorts of ingredients, pots, bowls, and pans. They could be used to cut vegetables, cook vegetables, and even the princess's house. There was still the princess living inside, and she had always wanted to play with them. After a while, she took the initiative to get out of Stacy's arms and join them.

I assured her. She smiled, “How about we make dinner and talk?” She suggested. “Sounds like a fantastic idea but what of the maids?” I asked. “I discharged them of their duties. I wanted to make dinner for everyone.” Princess replied. “And Mama Cox let you?” I asked in shock because she never lets anyone relieve her of her duties. She has been cooking for the Alpha family for years and refused to retire even when Dylan suggested she did because of her age. “Well, I'm a sweet girl and she likes me,” Princess replied.

Azrael continued. The Princess nods absentmindedly to this fact while she continually munches the kelp that is neatly placed on a glistening expensive plate. There are various utensils beside her plate, such as a table napkin, multiple forks, and knives, to be exact, there are 3 forks on the left and 3 knives on the right. There is even a teapot and teacup that are designed with diamond stones outside. It feels so wrong for a commoner to touch it.

I ask, getting a dark smirk from my Uncle. “I own a used furniture store, Princess, I can sell whatever you want and give you a nice pay day.” He answers darkly, making me grin. “Good. Get another truck to come in so we can pack away what I want to sell. I paid for everything here, and the bastard can sleep on the floor for all I care.” I answer, clutching Uncle Hunter’s hand. With that settled, I began to point to what I wanted packed away in the living room, making sure to take the giant flatscreen on the wall and the gaming system I paid for. Once all that was left for the furniture which I had a feeling Jonathan already fucked Helen on, we move to the kitchen and I quickly clean that out

I was learning not to mind. One of the stores had an expansive cooking section, and I was thrilled to find exactly what I wanted: pots and pans, baking sheets, a slow cooker, a cute little oven mitt set. I had been away from the kitchen for far too long, and it would be nice to set up a little space of my own in the prince’s apartment.

I march downstairs and into the living room where Enrique is sitting with Marco while my dad’s in his study and my moms probably smoking a cigarette somewhere. “Fine I’ll work for you. However you’re not gonna make me do stupid chores like get lunch, coffee or do your laundry.” He looks at me confused. “ Princess I would never make you do those things. I’ll treat you like the perfect princess you are. No stupid chores.” “Really?” I ask completely taken aback. “ Of course my princess deserves nothing but the best.” He walks closer to be and I back up until he has me pinned against the wall. I look over to Marco for help but he’s too busy on his phone to care about anything.

Just when it seems like we are about to come to blows, Sasha's scent begins to swirl within the room. Luis steps away, and I straighten my suit jacket. I look towards the doorway just in time to see my gorgeous princess enter. My eyes travel over her form hungrily. She looks like a walking moonbeam. The dress she is wearing is opal white and trails down to the floor. The V-neck is deep but covered in mesh. So while it gives me a great view of her chest, it is still modest. Her beautiful hair is in a low messy but controlled bun and her makeup isn't too thick. I am so glad I told her to dress fancy. She looks as if she is going to a human prom.

She asked. "Yes, baby. It is. A real tiara for my little princess", Charles replied. "Mummy", she said and moved to sit beside her mother on the couch. "Are you feeling sick again?" "Just a little, princess. Don't worry, I'll be fine and we'll bake our Christmas cookies like always." "Yeah! Don't worry, mummy. I will take care of you. You will be fine." "Thanks, baby." "Mummy?" "Yes." "Can I become a real princess that lives in a big castle?"

"She was just at Mr. Elms' spoon stand." My eyebrows shot up. Spoon stand? I hadn't even paid it any mind! "I… I don't understand," I said, honestly dismayed. And then, Mrs. Gable said, "Princess, Mr. Elms has a security device. It… it seems to have recorded you putting two of his iron spoons into your bag." She looked as perplexed as I felt.

I grinned and threw back the last of my coffee. “Nothing? Not even clean underwear?” he asked, mock horror in his voice. My face flushed immediately. “Friar Yufrus has been sending a maid into my room every day,” I replied with a smirk. “Yesterday’s clothes come back freshly laundered and folded.” “Ahh, I see the princess is being well taken care of,” Tobi teased.